"I won't." She wouldn't, even had he not told her. That sort of thing would slow her down. She tried to eat lightly but often, and not only because Lady Demiel believed a young lady of quality ought to eat like a baby bird, even if that young lady was exerting herself a half dozen hours a day. Multiple small meals were the only way to survive.
His next statement caused her brows to furrow slightly. He would... bring something? For breakfast?
Mystifying.
"Yes, certainly," she said, attempting to school her expression. "Thank you." What else was she supposed to say? The silence stretched out. "Is there... anything else?" she ventured at last. Perhaps she might get an explanation. Or a dismissal. Either would serve her at this moment in time.